Miss Researcher of the Villain Organization [Zhongyingmei]

Hogwarts.

That's Hogwarts.

Even though there was no explanation, when they saw a black lake suddenly unfolding at the end of the narrow path, and a towering castle on the high hillside on the other side of the lake, the group realized that it was Hogwarts.

There are many spiers on the castle, and windows flicker under the starry sky.

They saw a huge shadow—the shadow approached slowly, and in the light, it completely revealed the figure of a thick-haired and strong man.

"That's a giant..." Barton smacked his lips, "I think his size is close to that of Hulk."

Dr. Banner: Powerless to refute.

"First-year freshmen! First-year freshmen come here!"

The giant shouted in a loud rumbling voice.

"His voice is also comparable to Thor." Barton added.

"That's Hagrid, the Care of Fantastic Creatures teacher at Hogwarts."

Hermione finished speaking with a smile, and waved her hand over there to say hello.

When it comes to magical animals, the Avengers can't help but think of the Sniff that wreaks havoc in the Avengers Building.

Tony's face turned black even more—he didn't need to guess every time, he knew that the missing parts of the Mark X must be in the damn pocket of that muddy.

Hagrid, who saw the group of people here, was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Oh, oh, you are back, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Mal...Victoria?!"

His waving, thick arms like a big wooden stick froze in the air like this, which was very funny.

"Oh my god, (suck), me, am I dreaming?"

The whole face of the tall man of more than two meters was extremely funny, his ecstatic expression was mixed with tears, forming a weird expression in the bushy beard.

"Little...little Vicky?"

Whether it is a first-year freshman or a student in grade two, three, four, five, six, and seven, they all follow along.

Of course, the first thing they noticed was Principal Dumbledore, who was shining all over him. Then they shrank their necks in fright at the Potions professor's sinister expression, but they still couldn't help but look at him curiously.

——Most of them are Gryffindors and "quasi-Gryffindors". Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

Most of the "pure blood" little wizards recognized the former savior and the current Minister of Magic, as well as the famous platinum family patriarch and the owner of the Weasley joke shop...

But most of them didn't know Ollivander.

"Go back to school first, Hagrid." Dumbledore smiled. "You will have time to catch up."

Snape let out a heavy "hum" from the side, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him.

……

On the way to school on a small boat across the Black Lake, the first-year wizards chattered about the "terrible sorting ceremony".

The senior students who have gone through this process tacitly continued the wizarding tradition of "absolutely not revealing what the sorting ceremony is like", and let these poor little people tremble and cry.

Charles rode the boat in a wheelchair, looked around like a child, and asked Ollivander, "How did you feel when you attended the sorting ceremony?"

——A very ingenious question that people can't refuse to answer.

"Probably, of course?" Ollivander thought for a while, "It's either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. The families represented by my surname and middle name correspond to these two institutions respectively-so my affiliation is completely foreseeable."

"Actually, anyone who knows a little bit about their own situation can guess your future house - like the Malfoy family, a family of Slytherins for generations, it didn't take more than a second for him to sort the house back then."

The platinum aristocrat gracefully changed his sitting posture, with a very "Slytherin" smile: "Of course."

The little spider raised his hand and asked a very student question: "Hey! Hey! If we were able to participate in the branch school, what school would we be divided into?"

Harry looked at him and said with the eyes of a savior, "Gryffindor, you're not running away."

Ollivander: "Hey, Peter has enough brains to get into Ravenclaw."

That is the future tech tycoon who has created a fortune even bigger than Iron Man.

Little spider: (ω)

Barton: "Me, me, me!"

Ollivander: "..."

Malfoy: "Hufflepuff."

Ron: "Although I don't really want to agree with Malfoy, but... Hufflepuff."

Harry: "...um."

Barton: ".........???"

Hermione: "Don't be like this, the school class prejudice has disappeared 800 years ago, and Hufflepuff is a very good house, famous for... loyal..."

Fat Jiu couldn't help but burst into tears at her, and almost rushed across the lake to the small boat to hold her hand.

Natasha sighed, and stroked Candide on the head with a soothing gesture.

Patton:? ? ?

……

The Great Hall at Hogwarts is a magical, wonderful, and magnificent place.

At this time, the rest of the students hadn't entered yet. Thousands of long candles floated above the four empty long tables, and each table was decorated with glittering gold plates and goblets.

The most amazing thing is that the ceiling here is not the visible top, but a sky dome dotted with stars and clouds-but in fact, from the outside of the castle, it is impossible to be open-air here.

"Spells have been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. It's written in "Hogwarts, A School History". If you are interested, you can find that book and have a look."

Hermione helped to introduce, her eyes especially lingered on Steve's blond hair and big breasts - her fan girl attribute was almost uncontrollable, but as an "idol" Steve didn't notice anything like a silly roe deer arrive.

The academy had already prepared seats for the visiting group—just beside the teacher's seat, a small accident happened in the process of being led to the seat.

"Aw... the new face, hee hee hee, it's the smelly Gryffindor trio and Muggles!"

A shrill howl suddenly broke the peaceful silence here.

The moment Ron heard the voice, he showed the expression of accidentally eating the dung bomb: "You are the stinky one, Peeves, want to try the new dung bomb?"

Steve subconsciously: "language..."

In the middle of the speech, Ron Weasley realized that Ron Weasley was not Tony Stark, and shut his mouth again.

Tony conditioned reflex: "Oh, listen, cap is actually saying attention to a ghost... words... what! the! fuck?! Ghost?!"

Dr. Banner: "...I feel like all my physical achievements so far have been chewed by the Hulk..." Can't watch.

While staring at the pearl-colored translucent ghost with his mouth open, Barton murmured subconsciously: "The doctor's words sound familiar, Nata."

Natasha: "..."

The enchanting female agent put down the widow's sting that was subconsciously held and hidden at her waist, abruptly changed the direction, and patted the other's head again.

Fat Chirp:?

……

The professors appeared one after another.

After the auditorium bell rang seven—in the wizarding world, "seven" is a magical number—the little wizards were led in by Professor McGonagall.

The chattering, nervous first-year freshmen were waiting for the sorting house, and the old students smiled mysteriously. The atmosphere reached its peak when the sorting hat was carried to the center of the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.

—hat was patched, worn out, and filthy, and nothing special except that it moved and talked.

Tony and Dr. Banner have completely given up their desire to explore science, and the words "There is no love in life" filled every line on their faces.

The Sorting Hat slowly sang a hoarse tune:

"You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried deep in the heart... You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are honest and loyal... If you have a smart head, you may enter wise old Ravenclaw... Maybe you'll go into Slytherin, maybe you'll make true friends here, but those cunning and sinister folks will stop at nothing..."

Ollivander sat next to the professor's chair, slowly tapping the time, as if this weird tune was so beautiful.

Bucky sat next to her and listened to her humming. When the singing of the Sorting Hat stopped, the magic hat bowed, the applause of the crowd dissipated, and the little wizards were reported to put on their hats, the girl spoke again.

"Actually, I didn't believe it at first."

This sentence has no beginning or end, but Bucky knows that she is talking about the branch of that year.

"Selena Brown!" A little girl with braids hurried up and tripped over a stool.

"I don't know who I am, I'm blank except for my first and last name."

The hat just covers Selena's eyes.She sat down.Pause for a moment—

"Ravenclaw!" the hat yelled.

Bucky shook hers with his good hand.

"and after?"

"later?"

Ollivander looked at the long table under the stage. The little girl just became the first freshman of Ravenclaw, and the bronze-based dining table on the far left immediately burst into cheers.

……

"Hogwarts gave me a home, like duckweed sprouting roots."

"House Cup, Quidditch, Ghost, Chamber of Secrets, Our Eagle, Professor Flitwick, Room of Requirement..."

"The common room in Ravenclaw Tower is hung with blue and bronze silks, a vaulted ceiling with stars, and a white marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw in an alcove opposite the gate...  "

"That's where childhood begins and ends."

The man's emerald green eyes stared at her, and only after she finished gently telling some scenes that he hadn't seen but could imagine, did he ask the only question:

"Do you want to stay here?"

Stay in your roots, your home, your wizarding world.

The brunette girl paused for a moment, the candlelight in the Hogwarts Great Hall lit up the centers of her peacock blue eyes, as if nostalgic and relieved.

"It's hard to return to my homeland... That's my home in my previous life. I have to find a new nest in this life. How about Brooklyn?"

He froze for a moment, then turned around, his emerald green eyes seemed to be lit by the candlelight.

Ollivander watched as he opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly there was a muffled, sinister, hissing sound behind him.

"Assuming you remember your middle name is Prince, Miss Ollivander."

The greasy-haired Professor Bat's eyes were like knives: "Then you shouldn't talk about leaving the inheritance right in front of your uncle."

Ollivander: "..."

Bucky: "..."

"Come on, snot, the one who has the most say is clearly Mr. Ollivander's. What team are you joining?"

The above sentence comes from the belated Mr. Sirius Black who just slipped in by the side door.

He hung up his professor's robe casually, leaned over and sat next to Harry, and after giving his godson a comforting smile, he still didn't forget to flirt with Snape.

—Sirius obviously didn't realize that, with his level of handsomeness, it was completely impossible to successfully "sneak in and pretend he wasn't late" without attracting attention.

Snape: "Huh."

……

Professor McGonagall has finished sorting, and Dumbledore is standing up to say the closing words: "Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: idiot! Scream! Residue! Twist! Thank you everyone!", the applause was thunderous, and the dinner plates in front of everyone became full in an instant.

The principal who sat down to eat the pudding winked at Sirius: "You're late, Sirius."

"Hey, I'm not the only one, Headmaster." Sirius said that the Animagus was fearless, "Professor Trelawney is only here now!"

The thin divination professor, wearing a pair of large glasses and countless chains and beads around his neck, was walking across the hall, holding her crystal ball, muttering.

For the reason for being late, she explained: "I made a great prophecy today! Headmaster Dumbledore!"

As she spoke, she hiccupped, smelling of sherry wine.

No one took her seriously, because the predictions of this divination professor who only taught on the top of the tower "to avoid the dust of the world" were generally inaccurate.

But just as she passed by the visitor from the Muggle world, her withered hands holding the crystal ball trembled.

Everyone nearby noticed that her eyes became straight, and her voice became hoarse and deep:

"Two children, born in the future, one with long hair and one with short hair, one in August and one in winter, blurring the boundaries between wizards and Muggles..."

Dumbledore's smile was tinged with seriousness, and anyone with a little sensitivity knew that this was the talent of the prophetic family Trelawney.

And this nagging female fortune teller, with straight eyes, was facing Ollivander.

"A totem that raises a magic wand and ignites snakes and eagles, and one that plays with the power of change in its hands..."

Sherlock showed a "so interesting" shark smile, the Avengers and the mutants looked at each other, obviously thinking of something.

"The combination of the two families will lead to the fusion of the 28 pure-blood families... Is this the destruction of the wizarding world, or is it a new life..."

The white catkins in the crystal ball in the witch's hand spun like crazy.

The little wizards in the audience were busy enjoying their roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, French chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce and even For dinner like mint hard candy, no one noticed the situation here.

"belch!"

Trelawney froze in place for a long time, and suddenly hiccupped again, with a crazy look on his face.

"Oh, where did I just say, I made a great prophecy with a tea stalk this morning, principal, do you want to listen to it?"

The white wizard's silver moon-shaped glasses reflected a bright white light, and smiled slightly: "Of course, of course, Trelawney, maybe you would like to sit down and eat something first, and we will discuss it slowly."

"Hey, yeah, why am I standing here? What just happened?"

"Nothing, how about some peppermint hard candies?"

"Come on! But the black-haired witch in front of me just now seems familiar, very similar to the little girl from the Ollivander family back then... Sigh, she shouldn't be this age..."

"Would you like some zizi honey drink?"

"Come!"

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